A cry floats on the gentle breeze.
A sound of laughter, A sound of joy.
A child running carelessly through a
flower strewn meadow, petals in her hand,
light in her eyes and a smile on her
sweet lips...
The cool wind dies.
Silence reigns again.
Nothing stirs the air.
Stillness settles in.
My old friend despair returns.
James Jarrett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreamed-and-lost/
